It doesn’t exactly stop me in my tracks, but it’s more attractive to me than Maria’s thin frame, so I look. I’m a red-blooded male, why not?
I can’t see her face, and her hair’s wrong, dirty blonde and it’s in a pixie cut instead of long and dark, but her body… God it reminds me of Sophia.
I drive deep inside her, and this is the fourth or fifth time I’ve waken her up for sex, but I can’t seem to help it. I wake up hard against her ass and have to have her.
“Again?” she gasps, and I let out a dark chuckle as I drive deeper.
“Want you as many times as you’ll have me, pixie.”
“You can do whatever you want to me,” she said, her words marked by gasps and moans as I keep fucking her.
I groan, throwing back my head. “Don’t tell me that.”
The memory is so vivid that my dick starts to grow hard and I clear my throat, walking into the bathroom and washing my face.
I look in the mirror.
It’s not her.
It’s never her.
7
SOPHIA
Scott pours me a third glass of wine and I shake my head.
“I’m on the clock, remember? Need to stay clear-headed.”
He scoffs. “You’ll be partying with mobsters. You should have a head start.”
I grin but I’m nervous, if I’m honest. I stare at myself in the mirror.
“I still don’t know how you’re so good with hair. I look like a different person.”
He smiles. “I’m amazing. Ask Derek.”
I shoot my gaze to his. “Derek? You’re still seeing that guy?”
Scott’s grin widens. “Hell yeah, I’m still seeing him. I might marry him.”
“Derek? Really? Is this just because he has a big?—”
Scott bursts out laughing.
“Stop. It’s not because of that. Even though that doesn’t hurt.” He pauses. “Unless I want it to.”
I snort. “I thought he was scared of commitment.”
“He’s more scared of losing me. He says he’s all in,” Scott says proudly.
I lean against him, almost done with my makeup.
“And he treats you well?”
“Like spun gold.”
“Then I’m happy for you, Scott. Really.”
